I shall come into your dream
As a black ewe, approach the throne
On withered and infirm
Legs, bleating: «Padishah,
Have you dined well? You who hold
The world like a bead, beloved
of Allah, was my little son
To your taste, was he fat enough»
Я приснюсь тебе черной овцою
На нетвердых, сухих ногах,
Подойду, заблею, завою:
"Сладко ль ужинал, падишах?
Ты вселенную держишь, как бусу,
Светлой волей Аллаха храним...
Так пришелся ль сынок мой по вкусу
И тебе, и деткам твоим?"
«— Stonehewer, stonehewer, whitely arrayed, / What art thou building? For whom? / — Ho, do not baulk us intent on our trade, — / From our building a prison will loom. — Stonehewer, stonehewer, trowel in hand, / Who then will sob in these walls? / — Not you, nor your brother, rich...»
«Night hastens and seizes / Clear gleams in the east. / From her raiment light breezes / Over fields are released. Long and sultry the day was, / Night sings as she goes / A lullaby ditty / And calls to repose. Her dark gaze is mournful, / On her way naught is met... / O my heart, s...»
«How agleam, how garnished the spring! / Turn your eyes in the old way upon me: / Say, wherefore this sorrowing? / Why lavish this tenderness on me? You are mute, as a blossom so frail, / Say naught! — No confession is needed: / The flight of your love I have heeded, — / Lone again i...»
«My window is high o'er the earthly spaces, / O'er the earthly spaces; / I behold but the sky with evening's red traces, / With evening's red traces. And the gaze of the sky is so faded and dreary, / So faded and dreary; / No pity it has for the heart that is weary, / For my heart that i...»